Forged for The Soundry "Monster Mash" Challenge. ====================================================== The old spirit (...oooold.....)- they thought: just a tale (....a tale....) A rider wicked that rised from hell... Burried once without his head... When sun dipped down beneath horizon line ...the gust of icy wind - a telltale sign... ch When the moon hides on the darkened sky the sound appears - old battle cry the cursed horse's hooves pound and he emerges from the ground when the night is dark and foul he's looking for his lost skull From the dark his figure creeps... beware, lots, if you're not asleep a headless figure, tattered clothes... to living light he's drown like a moth When sun dipped down beneath horizon line ...the gust of icy wind - a telltale sign... When the moon hides on the darkened sky the sound appears - old battle cry the cursed horse's hooves pound and he emerges from the ground when the night is dark and foul he's looking for his lost skull when hooves thunder tearing eerie night asunder beware of the danger don't turn away, brave stranger... don't turn away... don't look back... don't look back... or you will meet your doom... ..the hunt is on and on and on... no moon on the nightly canvas... the fog twirls wildly on the ground the hoves pounds, pounds, pounds (...pounds, pounds, pounds...) the night is dark and full of dread he reaches to severe your head...
